Tag: merry christmas

Twas the night before Christmas and naughty girl I
Went to offer my Santa Some sweet honey pie.
I knew he couldn’t resist this sweet treat
I know for a fact tis his fave thing to eat.
So I put on my stockings my heels and my lipstick
And asked him to show me where he keeps his dipstick.
I went down on my knees and unzipped his fly
Then sucked his cock down un the blink of an eye.
He moaned and he whimpered as my tongue stroked his sac
He said this is better than all the toys in my pack!
His hands held my head as I continued to blow
Then he laid me down quickly, put his tongue down below
He was sure and so lively, made me scream and then beg
As he sucked on my clit and pinned down my legs.
“You’re mine, you bad girl,” he said with a spank
Then rolled me onto my stomach deep inside me he sank.
He rode me so hard I knew when he came
Because he panted, then shouted and called me by name.
He screwed me all night and without any warning
He tied me to the bed and shagged me til morning.
I am sure that the rest of the story is clear
You and I will be renting that suit again next year!

A warm fire crackling as you pour the wine.   I set out the boxes of decorations as we decorate the tree.  Twinkling lights and ornaments placed carefully on each branch as festive music plays.   A few playful spanks on your cute little bottom as you wiggle around to your favorite tunes.  Stolen kisses at every moment we find as the limbs are filled.  I lift you up to place the Christmas star at the top, although I can reach it myself its an excuse to have you in my arms.  
I push in the plug as you dim the remaining lights and now it feels like the holiday is truly here.  Extra strands of lights in my fist, you see the twinkled smirk on my face as you watch me walk over and set them at your feet.  I undress you with my slow hands and mouth teasing your exposed skin till you stand bare for me.  Wrapping you in lights as you do your best to unbutton my shirt, then my pants.   More strands tied and twisted around out bodies as we lay down under the tree and make love.   The sounds of our passions mixed with popping wood in the fire.  Our bodies entangled in warm hungers as we flow as one.   Backs arched, hands grasping, mouths tasting and heavy trembles as we release into each other.

Merry Christmas Lovers